This Somehow Became A Writing Rant
Nov. 27th, 2009 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoyStayed up late last night alternately watching my siblings play Beatles Rock Band as I wrote and watching some of the first season of Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers.* It’s good to have my brother home.
For some reason I’ve been more listless than usual this week, and haven’t even bothered with the friends page—so if something you want me to know about is somewhere back there, let me know. Even my writing has slowed down—gods help me, I’m on the lastepisode chapter and it feels like I’ll never get to the end. I really hope this slowness is due to its being the first time and, like with other craft-style projects, you get faster as you sort of figure out what you’re doing.
Doesn’t help that I’m going through one of those increasingly frequent phases of THIS IS A TERRIBLE BOOK NO ONE WILL READ IT WHY EVEN TRY. At least I’ve learned to plow through that. But the rising insistence of the Obligatory Giant Young Adult Fantasy Epic to be put together is on the same cycle for once, and with both forces combining it’s hard to keep motivated to finish Doctors!. I just keep telling myself that once I get the raw composition done, I can scribble all I want about the OGYAFE whilst I try to edit Doctors! for continuity.
At least I have too many projects, instead of too few. And my Sharpies will get me through this, because with colorful Sharpies, one can overcome anything!
*In related news, I think I have partially figured out why everything comes back around about two decades later—the generation that was very small right when those decades were happening starts to discover the strange sensation of having a past, and starts to wonder what the hell that early past was all about, anyway, and then suddenly the late 80s and early 90s have risen out of the grave like some sort of hideous neon zombie, dressed in backwards baseball caps and ready to hit the arcade to the accompaniment of synthesizers and drum machines.
For some reason I’ve been more listless than usual this week, and haven’t even bothered with the friends page—so if something you want me to know about is somewhere back there, let me know. Even my writing has slowed down—gods help me, I’m on the last
Doesn’t help that I’m going through one of those increasingly frequent phases of THIS IS A TERRIBLE BOOK NO ONE WILL READ IT WHY EVEN TRY. At least I’ve learned to plow through that. But the rising insistence of the Obligatory Giant Young Adult Fantasy Epic to be put together is on the same cycle for once, and with both forces combining it’s hard to keep motivated to finish Doctors!. I just keep telling myself that once I get the raw composition done, I can scribble all I want about the OGYAFE whilst I try to edit Doctors! for continuity.
At least I have too many projects, instead of too few. And my Sharpies will get me through this, because with colorful Sharpies, one can overcome anything!
*In related news, I think I have partially figured out why everything comes back around about two decades later—the generation that was very small right when those decades were happening starts to discover the strange sensation of having a past, and starts to wonder what the hell that early past was all about, anyway, and then suddenly the late 80s and early 90s have risen out of the grave like some sort of hideous neon zombie, dressed in backwards baseball caps and ready to hit the arcade to the accompaniment of synthesizers and drum machines.
